I hear the Violins,Vouching for each trivial,But fair feature of yours that lies chaste.

I hear the Violas,Bearing the melancholy,Your heart conceals deep within.

I hear the Cellos,Pouring the velvety essence of love,In my sullen ears.

I hear the Woodwinds,Singing for beauty, calling for love-All in unison.

But then the Clarinet disagrees,For the sheer taste of dissonance.There,the Oboe tries to moderate,As the Flute flares up,Emphatically proposing the passion be mutual.Then the Strings intervene,And all play in unison-The purest articulation of the desire,For love - yet unmet.

I hear the Brass finally,With Percussion on its side,Sounding as though Zeus were to erase Mount Olympus,Arising turmoil,Provoking the Strings and the Winds,Ousting the gentle harmonies,And ousting the gentle melodies,And alas! ousting the very notion of love.

Yet,I love the symphony.And You - are the symphony.The most beautiful I've heard.

The symphony,Within these lines,Is compared only to the most intricate beauty.For even a single stepAway from order,Sets the group in a spiral.Just one step to artistic freedom, Drags the whole away from the repetition of direction.But the symphony,In all its glory,All its grace,Is what draws us in,And takes our place.

Sometimes I am ether.Sometimes I am aria in full voice,focussed breath from deep within, no, deeper—from the centre of creation itself—my truest self expressed,I am full to bursting.Then, transformed again,as surely as night follows dayI am ether and together we are the breath of everything, rolling through mighty lungsin symphony with the stars.Me, then we,always breath.

I could leave, but you hold me tightIn your arms it’s hard to remember what’s wrong I would rather stay foreverSo caught up I’d leave me discarded on the floorYou are always in my head, perseveratingYou of the ancient flame, you of the bic lighterIt’s like a sickness, susurrating in from all directionsI can’t tell cold from fire

How to stand, beneath the weight of itYou are everything, the explosion of even creation coming into beingI’m lost to thisYou comfort me, you come for meDrink down all the words I holdMy nerves like musical instruments.And leave me to unravel with the fury of my love for you